preserving time

i found this flower in an old diary at home. wondering who mightve put it there. it was a red rose. faded, cracked.
i then discovered it to be my mums from her colledge days.
somehow i never thought of her in this way. she used to ba a girl once to. she did what i do. she thought what i do. it was different way to think of her.
and it made me value her all the more. her time and hard work for me.
dedicated to my mother with all the love that i have, but might not be able to show....